Surviving My Life

Thinking.

It's been a long time since I've posted on here. It's funny - you always plan on doing something, but never get around to it without the proper motivation.

Maybe it has something to do with people thinking that they've got better things to do.

Personally, I'm torn. Odds are the people that stop by don't know me, and don't know anything about me. Then again, maybe you do.

I know my sister visits once in awhile - heh. If you're reading this, Hi Sissy!.

So where has Jeremiah been for the last 90 days exactly?

I got a new job, then I was fired. For - of all things, the most lame of excuses the guy that ran the place could think of. Needless to say, I found out that he went and hired the guy that had been in there before me. He wanted him back all along...

So, after my brief 1 month stint working at this...shall we say...less than great place, I started my own company. RenovatioStudios.

People think it's a weird name. It is. Renovatio is the latin term for "Rebirth". I figure that I've been through more crap than anyone else I've ever met. In the process I've managed to lose all my local friends, and isolate myself in almost complete solitude. I figure that hey - I keep getting up - somehow - and so hey, why not name it something hopeful?

Buisness - well - it could be doing better, but it's new. My client base of a whopping five people would take a bullet for me - they're very loyal to me.

I also think about where I am. From Sunday night to Sunday morning, I am here. Rarely do I leave. Same routine every day. Get up, work out, get some praying done, sit at the computer either doing work, or looking for work, watch tv, play a video game, go to bed.

At this rate I'll be married when I'm dead.

How does one improve himself when there is no longer any measuring stick to go by? No competition? No challenge? I don't want to be in this crappy apartment for the rest of my life - I'll tell you that. But without some sort of change, how do I grow?

It's times like these, I wish my old friend "Chewie" was still friends with me. He'd have something biblical to tell me. I know he would. He'd tell me some way that I could make myself better - something I didn't think of.

But, hey. Life moves on. People grow apart. Sometimes at gunpoint.

I raise my Pepsi to you, Mr. Chewie. I miss 'ya.

posted by Jeremiah @ 03:20